Jaded Moon

                                  

                  

                                 

                   Beneath a jaded summery moon

                   I sing out a hollow,faded tune

                   of a tarnished world edged in gilt

                   and I act up my cheap part to the hilt

                   and though there are many deceits

                   that I could say....

                   but then the truth is always lied that way

                   (if only to keep the wolves at bay)

Pop Star

              Pop Star - Rock Star!  A rich bird  -  preening

              Doing pseudo intellectual interviews with the

              fascist-corporate media,validating they're a voice

              of truth and reason,bathing in the phony propaganda

              hype

              Yes a true idol! Peoples Choice! and he/she

              really doing something positive,when not banking

              the loot,buying the most expensive ...trivialities!

              Thats the irony  the last laugh  Oh yes they wave

              the flag and wrap themslves in it for the photogs

              But hey it sells lots of expensive autographed crap

              Music becomes the tool of the capitalaist-swine

              dictator-war-mongers  The slimy seductive persuaders

              who want to grab your ear and then your cash  but

              mostly you deaf,dumb and blind belief & allegiance

              Being led by rats we eventually become vermin

              Corporate Multi-National Rodents strike up a tune

              and hypnotically (brain dead) we follow and drown

              in their cheap plastic sea of manipulation and greed

              and so lets all sing along Hail Hail Hail...

              long live the Long Arm of Rock & Roll!

Hollywon't

                              

                   Hollywoods plastic heart is pumping

                   tinsel through its 10 percent brain

                   Another performance another splash

                   hype the advertising and

                   its as good as trash

                   The hungry spotlit video eyes

                   are ready and rolling

                   making a meal of any situation

                   no matter how anemic or pathetic

                   The "Creature" is in motion

                   pictures flash through its

                   hollow mind

                   It makes no sense of it all

                   and sees only dollar signs

                   It takes its first steps

                   on tripod legs

                   gives birth to a litter of

                   actors,agents,producers

                   and other semi creatures!

                   The "meal" gone through the animal

                   its finally excreted and scooped up by

                   the mercenary media who praise it as

                   the"FABULOUS/WONDERFULL" New Film!

                   and then they proceed to feed it

                   with glee to the moronic public!

An Eye For America



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Ghetto

    A bleak wasteland surrounds this life

         nothing marks or differentiates the terrain

         there are no horizons or borders

         there is only that sound...

         that low moaning sound

         of a bitter wind

         that blows mockingly

         through the smoldering ghettoes

         of my burned out dreams

Earth and Moon

    The earth doesn,t ask the moon to explain itself

         physics always makes sense.So whats really strange about

         the universe? Only the emotion the feeling being affected

         by it all.The physical viewed through human emotions,

         rejecting the cold and mechanical looking for warmth and

         passion and meaning always looking for some explanation

Rock and Dust

          I am rock I am dust

                   I am oil  I am rust

                   I am big I am small

                   for many reasons

                   I have none at all

                   I am right I am wrong

                   I am weak I am strong

                   I'm illusion I am real

                   I'm numb to everything you feel

                   I am hot I am cold

                   I can't be bought

                   every way I'm sold

                   I am living I am dead

                   its all something swirling

                   in my head

                   I am mad I am sane

                   between the pleasure

                   and the pain

                   I am these

                   and legions besides

                   in a crowded house

                   where none abides